Louise Thayer meditates on how relationships break us and make us whole.
It was a wedding day gift
of a crock pot
and it stayed
(for the second 7 months of your leaving)
in a closet, not working,
of too little concern
when everything else was too large.
When you got back
you asked me why it was still there
if it didn’t heat
and I couldn’t simply voice that
I had needed everything to be kept
just the same.
Later that hour you reverse- engineered it.
Stripped of its country chintz skin
it was a basic bowl of baked clay,
only the top third ever-gilded for display.
The majority was strangled
by metal wires, elementally scorched.
It felt tortured to me.
“Maybe a plant pot?” I suggested.
You said there was no drain,
but seeing how fallen my face became
you talked of masonry bits
and carried it off to appease my need to make whole again
what was broken.
Five holes were ample I thought,
and I held
the new planter aloft of the sink
watching water spiral out, released.
I wanted to complete it
with the colors that were left from your Welcome Home I Adore You
sign so you mixed me for me
the perfect sea green.
You would have liked abstract splatter where at the time I needed uniform, sedate blocks of calm.
In the end, the blue painters’ tape
ripped off the design
I spent all afternoon applying
when I could have been helping you to make the bread,
but you did say that you liked
to watch me create.
About Louise Thayer
Louise Thayer is a poet, photographer, horsewoman, bird dog trainer and herbal tea junkie who is seriously committed to her goal of finding joy in all things.
Originally from Wales, she has traveled extensively throughout the United States and now calls the Dallas area home.
She shares her life with inspiring family and friends, 23 horses and many fine hounds. Her life would be devoid of meaning without her awesome twin sister, Catherine (did I say that well enough SIS?!). Most days you can find her on Facebook where she studiously avoids trolls and anything to do with morose cats.